Shay has called in to prompt us at Toads
Today I’m asking you to write a poem involving a crow, or crows. They happen to be my totem animal, and I adore them, but even if you don’t like crows, they make wonderful fodder for writing.
As most of you know, a group of crows is called a “murder” of crows. Crows are often used in literature and films to convey a sense of foreboding or death. But crows are extremely intelligent birds who can figure out complex tasks–like using a stick to help them retrieve a piece of food–and they can distinguish individual human faces so that they know who is a friend and who to avoid. If you feed crows, they will sometimes bring trinkets and shiny objects to leave as gifts for you.
So, write about crows, or from the point of view of a crow, or use them as metaphors. Just write about crows! New poems only. You can write haiku if you want, but crows will come and peck your eyes out, and I won’t feel one bit sorry for you.
crow hunched his form against the sheeting rain
wrapped black wings in cloaked sweep
and cawed an old call ancient and throaty
a story emerged then that was life’s to tell of itself
arr-owed on the wind from one murder(us) branch
to the next as (indecipherable to us who-mans) chatter
we heard something but knew not what and so
poem-ed our way forward with adjective and verb
our caw more cerebral and less visceral perhaps
epics we writ long and large and penned haiku with no eyes
tales of crow inked page upon page and we believed that we could
watch as crow and that we too cawed a song from the ancestors
meanwhile crow shook the wet coat of rain from his drenched self
and peering through the torrent with shiny obsidian orbs muttered
to no one in particular ‘fucking poets’